The past weekend was a bit improvised, so the Hotel Play didn't happen. A second effort to take that in will happen this weekend. All of one thing that was on the plan for last week did happen, albeit belatedly:
Super Size Me - it didn't live up to expectations. Biggest failing of the movie happens on Day Two of the McDiet ... the heroic narrator/producer/dieting fool, Morgan Spurlock, vomits upon downing an entire Double Quarter Pounder meal with soda ... supersized. What a freakin' wuss. Other scenes depict him telling his doctor and/or the camera that he's depressed. And I'm also supposed to feel sorry for him when his girlfriend says the sex has deteriorated to the point where she has to get on top.
There's moments in the movie that have a point, but they're few and far between. Spurlock proves to be half the interregator that Michael Moore is as he's stymied by telephone requests to have an interview with someone at McDonalds. All in all, this is a second or third-rate Bowling for Columbine, complete with cartoon narrations of various points ... so as to increase the credibility of the whole shebang.
Recommendation: wait to rent it, or catch a matinee (which is what I did).
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I didn't bite since I'm not sold on the concept; I see little evidence that fast food places were envisioned by ANYONE as anything more than a tiding-over expedient. Is Oliver Stone working on the (interpreted) story of how Ray Kroc secretly wanted to kill everyone slowly with fats in a grand bid to TAKE OVER THE WORLD?
Sure, too much fatty meat (product) should be avoided. However, what about the "fruitatarian" diets that have rotted teeth via sucrose? And would an all-salads diet be complicated by a protein deficiency somewhere?
Coffee = elevated metabolism = burned food = solution. You're welcome.